When I was 7, my family went on a camping trip with our neighbors to a camp ground called Lake Anna. We (the kids) were playing in the water while the parents were grilling along the shore. I, for no particular reason, looked out across the water to see our nieghbors youngest kid (about 4 or 5) out in the water, struggling to keep from drowning. I will never forget the look on his face, pure terror mixed with a very strong sense of determination. I, being the closest to him (still around 20-30 feet away) swam to get him. I wasnt a very good swimmer to begin with, but have this poor kid clinging onto me and spasming all over made it very hard for myself to stay afloat. I remember screaming for help and just as our heads went under (for the final time?) a random guy in a passing boat jumped into the water and snatched us up.
When I was around 11, I had a guy stick a gun in my face for trying to protect a friend he was harrassing. When my dad stormed into his house later (with his own gun in hoslter - its good to have a dad who works for the FBI), we found out the gun was indeed loaded.
When I was in college, our dorms were in a apartment complex that used to be a bank/office building. There was apparently two incidents where alot of people were killed:
1) As a bank, there was a major robbery where many people were taken hostage and executed in the basement.
2)Shortly after it was convereted into a dormitory, there was a fire and a bunch of people were caught in a stairwell and burned to death. That stairwell has since been blocked off, the entrances covered by drywall, etc. The way the building is set up, its like a hollowed out cube; the hallways wrap around this cube, lined with windows looking out into the center, so you can see into the hallways on the other side of the building. Now, this condemned stair way is on one side of the building, jutting out from the side almost like a tower of a castle and you can see the windows of the stairwell.
I describe this because it deals with one of the many hauntings we have encountered.
Some friends of mine were video majors and were shotting some footage in the hallways. For one particular shot, the stairwell could be seen in the back ground. When they took the footage in to edit, they noticed something: sillouettes of two people in stairwell window; just standing there, almost as if they were watching themselves be filmed.
To make along story slightly shorter, alot of messed up **** happened to these kids afterwards (the video was suddenly missing, objects being flung across the room, etc), and after some um...investigation, it was learned that there were close two 20 people who had died in the fire, two of whom were very pissed about being video taped. These two, as was learned, were feared by the other "ghosts" and could be considered "evil". It was greatly suggested that my friends apologize before the two ghosts caused any worse damage. My friends did, and as far as I know, nothing had ever happened since.
Another story of this building takes place in the very dorm room I lived in. The dorms are practically apartments. Kitchen, living room, multiple bedrooms. I was lucky enough to have the single room. Well, that luck was short lived. We all were once hanging out in the living room when I looked up to see someone walk into my room. Since everyone was in the living room, I was very curious to find out who it was, and decided to check. When I walked into my room, it was empty. This happened several times, not just to me, but others saw the same figure walk into my room as well. Once, as I was lieing in bed trying to sleep, my guitar strummed itself. Being a musician, I know what chord it is when I hear it, and I can tell you that fingers had to be on that fretboard in order for those notes to be played (a very poorly fingered F#m7). Me and another roommate had also heard tapping on our keyboards in the middle of the night, and even (on the same night) heard someone whisper "What is this" in our ears. As far as this ghost is concerned, we never had any ill feelings, no threatful vibe. We eventualy desided, to the the seemingly white collared shirt and near clockwork-esque appearance of him walking into my room, figured this ghost was killed in the bank robbery, and was merel trying to continue his work schedule, with his office, we suppose being where my room is now.
Whew, sorry for the long post.
